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letra de by the bunches (banana dictatorships) - cime (us)

[verse 1]
new orleans gets some ice
standard fruit sees the price
markets rising like the tides the ships sail

[verse 2]
a faustian bargain made
with our people’s souls we paid
soon enough the devil came
genocide, talking heads
two-hundred thousand mayans dead
but how could we have known?

[verse 3]
it’s just like ochoa said
we open our doors and let them in
give them food and call them friends
although, i can’t fault them

[verse 4]
the republic had broken up half a century ago
they needed infrastructure, how could they know?
unfortunate, but i forgive them

[segue]
what am i even doing here?
[verse 5]
too much money to get the help i need
yet i’m too poor to afford the help i need
so, what am i doing here?
(what are you doing here?)
exploit my mind i never liked it much
export pain like bananas in a bunch
what am i even doing here?

[bridge]
what am i doing here?
(what are you doing here?)
god gave me a special purpose
i just follow everything he says

[verse 6]
fruits don’t make much anymore
remittances are the new import
exporting people to lower the dole queue
chiquita doesn’t bring the money it used to
i tried staying earnest, i had my conviction
but then i quit my job, survived a car wreck
(beep beep!)
i fought for independence and against a dictatorship
but the victory was temporary
thought that was it, but on the contrary
they still won, they still won, just in a different way
[outro]
i keep writing these songs because i know
i could never work an office job
i think i’m running out of time
i don’t even know if there’s an audience
like, does anyone even care to hear me whine at all? like, ever?
(i don’t! i know that’s for certain)

- cime us

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